minor snow flurry last night.
Modestly tweaked in Photoshop, but not much.
Better viewed in Lightbox:
minor snow flurry last night.
Modestly tweaked in Photoshop, but not much.
Better viewed in Lightbox:
Shot with my Hipstamatic for iPhone
Lens: John S
Flash: Off
Film: Float
shot through my blind
While the basic outline of her life life is now fairly well established, Maier still remains something of a mystery. For me the most intriguing questions center on her photographic skill. How did she gain such a sharp eye? What training did she have? Which photographers or photographs did she come in contact with? Who if anyone helped her develop? Or was she a pure autodidact?
Shot with my Hipstamatic for iPhone
Lens: John S
Flash: Off
Film: DreamCanvas
Wikipedia Entry:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Treachery_of_Images
The Treachery of Images (La trahison des images, 1928–29, sometimes translated as The Treason of Images) is a painting by the Belgian René Magritte, painted when Magritte was 30 years old. The picture shows a pipe. Below it, Magritte painted, "Ceci n’est pas une pipe”, French for "This is not a pipe." The painting is not a pipe, but rather an image of a pipe, which was Magritte’s point:
The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it’s just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture "This is a pipe," I’d have been lying!
The original is in LA, on my list of places to visit.
Shot with my Hipstamatic for iPhone
Lens: John S
Film: Kodot Verichrome
Flash: Off
might be true in upcoming weeks at least
Christopher Hitchens wonders why Henry Kissinger is even allowed to poke his head out in polite society…
One could have demanded this at almost any time during the years since his role as the only unindicted conspirator in the Nixon/Watergate gang, and since the exposure of his war crimes and crimes against humanity in Indochina, Chile, Argentina, Cyprus, East Timor, and several other places. But the latest revelations from the Nixon Library might perhaps turn the scale at last. (Click here to listen to the conversation; the offending section begins at 13:56.)
Chatting eagerly with his famously racist and foul-mouthed boss in March 1973, following an appeal from Golda Meir to press Moscow to allow the emigration of Soviet Jewry, Kissinger is heard on the tapes to say:
The emigration of Jews from the Soviet Union is not an objective of American foreign policy. And if they put Jews into gas chambers in the Soviet Union, it is not an American concern. Maybe a humanitarian concern. (One has to love that uneasy afterthought …)
In the past, Kissinger has defended his role as enabler to Nixon’s psychopathic bigotry, saying that he acted as a restraining influence on his boss by playing along and making soothing remarks. This can now go straight into the lavatory pan, along with his other hysterical lies. Obsessed as he was with the Jews, Nixon never came close to saying that he’d be indifferent to a replay of Auschwitz.
For this, Kissinger deserves sole recognition. It’s hard to know how to classify this observation in the taxonomy of obscenity. Should it be counted as tactical Holocaust pre-denial? That would be too mild. It’s actually a bit more like advance permission for another Holocaust.
Which is why I wonder how long the official spokesmen of American Jewry are going to keep so quiet. Nothing remotely as revolting as this was ever uttered by Jesse Jackson or even Mel Gibson, to name only two famous targets of the wrath of the Anti-Defamation League. Where is the outrage? Is Kissinger—normally beseeched for comments on subjects about which he knows little or nothing—going to be able to sit out requests from the media that he clarify this statement? Does he get to keep his op-ed perch in reputable newspapers with nothing said? Will the publishers of his mendacious and purloined memoirs continue to give him expensive lunches as if nothing has happened?
(click to continue reading The Nixon tapes remind us what a vile creature Henry Kissinger is. – By Christopher Hitchens – Slate Magazine.)
Marble Arch, London
Playing either Bob Dylan or Radiohead, can’t remember.